At this thought, Zhang Feng suddenly became a bit excited and quickly turned to Ma Xiaotong and asked:
"You said that this bastard, does he have a cross tattoo on his hand?"
After Zhang Feng's words fell, Ma Xiaotong suddenly stopped her frenzy.
With a "whoosh" sound, her cold eyes fell on Zhang Feng as if they were lightning.
Immediately after, she actually stood up slowly.
And then, the skin on her face began to twitch.
The next second:
"Screech—"
A sound that no human could produce came out of her mouth, followed by a roar:
"Are you related to that scum?!!"
"Ah—"
Accompanied by a sharp, piercing roar.
Those pale hands suddenly and fiercely clawed towards Zhang Feng's neck.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng was instantly shocked.
He immediately formed a hand seal, Qimen Dunjia Technique!
Within his own Qimen Formation, he could teleport short distances at will.
With a "whoosh" sound, Ma Xiaotong's sharp hands pierced through the air.
